On Memory |
I used to love the smell
of ginger snaps
emanating from the oven.
Those holiday morsels
sitting on the counter
waiting for selective hands
to take another.
And my gifts beneath
the artific...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 15:13:00 GMT |
A sonnet better forgotten |
Away and shade your eyes from that dark night
for memory reminds me of its ache.
This enflamed mind is lost in its delight
of memories it rather not forsake
Vile, bittersweet, discontem...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 15:07:00 GMT |
Strawberry Fruit Chew |
I wanted to be her lover,
someone she would think the world of.
I am just some other
guy she could not love.
She was someone I thought the world of.
She would swap her juicy fruit chew...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 15:01:00 GMT |
Some work that I kinda enjoy studying |
1843 &nb...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 11:01:00 GMT |
Blasted This Damned Machine |
I am hoping and wanting and restlessly waiting
the slowing of heartbeat there's no sense negating
this flickering chance made apparent to blind me from
finding the one thing that's always meant some...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 10:46:00 GMT |
